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TRVEKYEIIN INBR.S ..MRH2,18.ETBIHD14 LI TLIE BiRPLICI Y. Golden her tresses, and bfue Were her eYes, Beaming with innocence, loving and baby-like, Cheeks like a cherry's which never disguise Modesty blushes-whatever they may be like I PAepifig from under her bonnet of straw, . Trimnued In the fashion of sitaple rusticity, 'Nese; when we met, ivere the features I saw, Peatures belonging to I4ttle Sinplicity. Dressed in a faded and old-fashioned gown, Sihe, with her prattle so sweet, captivated me, Gladly forge$ting the belles of the town, i4to in a cottfie I fatied awatted-ne ; Sighing no longer for fortune and fame, Life scened to dance gitla renewet elas4oihy; Out in Il p'I dowsjl Vhipered, " Be iiine " "What 0oir'idi" Kkbd LittlesiMpIlICitY6 Oh I disenchantment, to asK Wnaz I earkted, I, who had heen such a dutiful slave to her, Vainly I begged she woull Ihen 0ee eturnedl All the old presqnts (unpid fok) I ave to, her. Tis sinall adventure was ten years 0go, still afn I verging on genteel meqdicity, Five littlep1dAG9of loe'I can show- .1. Wonder how many has Ltttle Simplicity 7 - TiE I)ENIERE Ot..-R IIfART. "I tell you, Jack, the farm is not your vocation. 'I - lIec'O6e Mioti And more convinced of the fact every day, less'contentWd with the lifo we are lead iug." "You are. dissatisfied with your lqt .1 see that plainly, Nell," said Jack, a trifle sadly. Oh, ousenise, I 'put ini. 'ANot with my lot, nor with you, only with the farm, Jack. I'm tired to dea4h with this prosy, humdrum life, and I hate to see you delving and toiling like a slave from one year?s ia'to another.'t "But, my dear," suggested Jack, "one must live and have bread and "To be sure, Jack, but -why not eaVn iti a more genteel fashion?" "Honest labor is always genteel, N ell." "Oh, pahawl you understand me, Jack. I mean that you have capacities for something better. You fonly cling to the old farm to please your father, when you could do a hundred-fold bet ter elsewhere. And besides, where is our society in this place, Jack? What thance"is there for out children as they Jirow up?" 61-Ah Nell, that is looking so far ahlead,o he said; 'and, wry dear, you seem to forget that I have lived here all My life ar "Oh, no, -n don't forget. -And pray what have you done, Jack." -Have led an upright ltfe, and mar ried you." '"13t you didn't pick me up amid the clover bloesoms,-Jauk; don't forget that, You found me in town, and, Jack, dear, I'm auious tur get back again to my nativ elemunt. I aam tired of all this. You can get on ever so nicely in town, Jack; -and tJiee we can get into society." "Our means are not inexhaustible, Nell." I'm aware of that, Jack; but we've enough fur a stait, aud Vanciborough offers you a good place in the bank," "Atahmited salary, Nell." "Oh, yes, but you can work your way up, Jack-right up to the topmost round of the ladder. Do let's go, Jadk I've lived here to k.lease you ever since our marriag.; I think you can afford to please Me a little now." "That's true," ho said. "you can't be expected to care for the farm as I do, Nell. I promised to make you happy wnen you consonted to become my wife, and I'll try and keep my wora. You shall have it all your own wAV. Nell." The conimuous dropping of water wears away the solid stone. I had conquered my husband at last, and the desire of mny heart was about to be accomplished. When Jack once made up his mind to .do a thing,re. did it w).th all his n.iight4~ '.Qhe imtttedvawrs soon mottled. Oihbriy lull, as ' we call the fai'm, wvas sold at a great .speihlee; and one supuy morming we turned our backs upon the brey dSowns ndgylden grain fields andl jour).ayed 'aty-waird.. ".'m afraidi you'te'madle a great mis take," said Jack's father, as he bade us goi-bye; "you'd- better have stuck to the farmi. You remember the old saying about rolh ng stones?". "I don't believe in old saying s,si.r," A ~ I answered loitliy, "and I thiuk. 1 can appr~ec.ato my husband's abilities better than any one else can." Our new home in town was a stylish reaidence ia a fashionable street. We estaoklicd ourselyos in . the ,prmncipal hotels and the~n set about the tusk of fu.rnisilng the house, cMitar ch'td.''..sid Mr. ~andbor ough,.th banker's.. wife, dropingin for an early call, "don't dream of such a thing as ingrain carpet. Get Brussels by all means, good Englishi Brussels. You'll find . it much cheaper in the *end, and besides it is so ;nuch more * stylish." WeV/ hearkened to oltr friend's advice, and laid our rooins with Brussels, and the cost ran .up into hundreds. Then ' furniture' was got to match, Mrs. Vandborough and several other' friends aiding us in otur selection, and all sorts ,of prett(y, costly bric-a-brao, and real Ilace curtains, and a new iano. My old instrument was too p lamn and clumsy for the new etat>lhmtnt. "We've gdt suig quartern here, Nell, by George!" he said, loekinig through 4 thre ext.ravagiintIy' furnished rooms with admiiing prtde. "No one in thre town can outehinie ust, not cyen Vandborough himself.. It has lightened our purse a good dee~l, I'll admiit, but whart -does * .. . hat signily? What good comes of hay ing moacey unless oneiepjoys At?" "We 'must try -and' save up a little nowy Jack, eince we are fixed so nicely," ] said, feeling some.wl,at t$errified at his Sgrdving ifcokasenets. "Pshaw, chilkH Who'ever-heard of a banker's clerk saving anything? If . we lilake botli ends nieet iI will be more'thani I look for." "~My dear,"' sgId Mrs. Vandborough. when we wore plegaantly settled in ouir handsome house and,had hured,s couple of -t bervaits, I suppose .fon ivMrt to give some ao,rt. of a party pow? It, is cOustomuar, you, know. kluppose you let it be an informal reception with cards and coffee for th old peopme amt ices and fruits and dancing for the young ones? That would do nicely. You ean throw your two parlors into one and the new carpets will not get much- injured. I'll help you to order your rofresimnts, and Cecilia will write out your invitations for you. She's an excelient judge as to whom it is expe client to invite." I mentioned the' Matter'to Jack when he came home, and lie entered into the spirit of the affair with great excite ment. "To be sure, little wife; have a party by. all nWeans.v-When one's in Rome, one must, do a 1}dmanas do, you know. Ddn't spM' epiae, either my dear; we must make a good show as other people. And 1 shall take it upon my self to order your costume. I want you iflook as grand as a little empress.' "But, Jack," I suggested timidly, "we are ,spending a great deal of money." But, despite my fears, our reception went on, and it turned out to be a great success. The best people in town hon. ole4 p- wAth their presenop. and every thing. thanks to Mrs. Vandborough's foresight, was carried out in the most lavish and elegant manner. "By Ceorge," said Jack, "this sort of thing is jollier than t4e old farm. I see now little wife, that you were right always right." I would ten times rather he should 4ave upbraided and blamed me for what I had done. The winter that followed was exceed ingly gay. We were ihvited everywhere, and our house was constantly filled with guests. Balls, soirees, kettledrums, and the opera seemed to engross every hour. Jack and I seldom had a quiet moment together, yet he seemed to en joy it all with his whole heart. When spring came ourlasi surplus dollar had been expended, and we were solely dependent on Jack's monthly salary. The warm weather came on and baby soon fell ill. I hoped day by day that J aok would say something about going biok to his father's for the summer, but he did not even hint at such a thing. The days grew longer and warmer. The sun shone down with a pitiless splendor, and the l.aved streets seemed hke heated brass. Our fashionable faiends 'fluttered off like summer swallows and we were left almost alone. :"Oouldn't you manage to make a little trip to the seashore, my dear?" 14rs Vandborough had suggested, and Jack had caught at the Idea with eager "We might, Nell; I think we can. I'll try and borrow a few hundred some where." "Oh, Jack, no, no!" I sobbed out in my remorse and despair. "I won't go to the seashore. You see how ill the the baby is. Oh, Jack, ask your father to let us return home." "Oh, you wouldn't be satisfied. Nell, if we Nvent back. It is dreadfully stupid down- there these summer days, with the haymakmg and the reaping, and all that sort of thing. We should never be able to endure it now." I said no- more. The long, bright, burning days wore on, and our bills ran up higher, and .higher, and baby's little breath seemed to grow weaker and weaker, and poor Jack.himself began to look dreadfully ill and worn. And one afternoon he was sent home in a car tiago, quite unconscious, stricken down by a sudden fever. 1 put my pride aside then, and wrote a letter to'Jack's father. "Jack and baby are both ill," I said,i "sand we are sick and tired of this life. Pray forgive us, and let us come home." The very next day the dear old gen tlemaxn arrived, but the sheiff was be fore'.him, Japck having confessed judg ment in a lawsuit. The rumor that we iutended..to leave town got out, and oul creditors rushed in, anxious to secure the 'Ifi's share off our effects. The Breui. ourpecs, thue handsome furm-. ture, and costly" brio-a-brac, all went under the hammer at a disastrously low flgure. "Never mind," said my father-in-hi}w, not a shadow of reproach on his kind old face; "let them squabble over it if they will. We must get our sick ones home.." So'wo got Jack into' a carriage, and with his jioor head upon my knee and baby in my arms, I turned my back upon the scene of my short-lived tri unaph. ":We eye gqing pack to Cherry Hill," said1tle old 'gentlemian, as.in the dusk of filetbldeh-deay wedrove'thr'ough the dewy stillness of the sheltered land. ."The ,old home has been waiting for you all these miOnths. I was pretty sure you'd want 'to come back." I could not utter one word in answer. A groat full raoon was rising above the distant hills 'i we reached the house. Not the smaltst th4ig;*hs changed. The great,.red roses-lidoomed on the ter -rade, tii'a'be droned in theiN hives, and the cattle bells tinkikd in .the barnyard. The .doors were wide open. We carried Jack in and laid him down in the broad breezf~ 'robin that had been our bridal chamber'. . He opened his eyds-and drew a-deep quiveiring breath as the freshening breeze touched his throbhing head. N ell, where are you?' he said. "B3urely this must be home?" "am here Jack," I answered through my tears- aanfd.this is home, dear Old Cherry Hill,". "'Thank God!I" he murmured, and fell back upon thre pillows. and I saw great tears triikle slowly from beneathihis closed eyelids. Becyond the open, window, Jn the si1 vet' glory of the rlfig moon, the old grandfather sat, with the baby at his feet, 4gli hk len in the rank cool grass, and 'even at tat late hour the pigeons came fluttering around her as of old, and she screanmed with rapture as she (Ilutched at them with hef thin Jittle hanqs,, 1 tose softly and fell on my knees b)eslle Jack'si low pillow. "Oh, Jack," I sobbed. I haye bebn so wicked. Forgive me, Jack, forgive me! .1 am so gladt to be at home naan,', His worn face grew radiant and hie dear arms held me close. , And then and there, clasped to my husband's heart, in the safe sweet shel ter of the home he loyed, I understood all the past. "Ydu didn't mean it, Jack," I whis pered. "You only pretended to enjoy it all to please me.' "No matter, little woman; the lessoi we have learned has been cheaply bought. We shall not care to leave the safe old nest in search of fashion and society again. A Hidden crame. About the year 1875 there removed to a certain town in Georgla not a 1,000 miles from Wairburn, an old gentleman, who took up his abode there. He had a daugh ter of about 15 summers who lived with him, and was the light and sunshine of his humble home. She was a brunette, beau tiful In face and figure and intelligent and refined. Se was tall and graceful, yet slender, and lithe as the limb of a willow To those who saw beaty in womanly perfec. tions, in her girlhood she gave the proarise of the beautiful and voluptuous .woman hood, into which 'he bloomed and ma tured, At the death of her father. which occurred not long after their removal to the place, Mi3s Blank was left alone, and she sought in marriage that happiness that comes alone through sympathy . with one beloved. A young doctor had also made his appearance in the place about that time, and a friendship between the two soon followed an acquiintance vrhich rip ened into affection. They were married, and lived apparently happy, and at peace with the world. After a time Ihe doctor sought a new field for the practice of his profession, and removed with his young wife to a city in Alabama. lie was successful In his piac tice, and bid fair to live a long life of use fulness, but this was not to be. In the same neighborhood in which the young people had settled lived a nan whom we shall call Blink, for the reason that that was not his name. He was tall and re markably well proportioned, dark as a Spaniard, with piercing black eyes, a long glossy, lowing beard, and a gaze which was magnetism itself-in short, a hand some man. Blink, although a married man, susceptible to feminine attractions, soon fell a victim to the charms of the doctor's wife, while she was enslaved by an admiration for the handsome neighbor. Still the love-blind docter saw no guile in the wife of his bosom, and while he re ceived Blink at his home with the hospi tality of frieudship, he was nursing the adder that gave him his death-sting. Soon after this intimacy and fondnesa o pr 3n -... liiu unIMU wUe au the.dishonest husband, the - young doctor suddenly d!ed and the former lovely Miss Blank was a more lovely young widow. In quick succession followed the sudden. demise of Mrs. Blink. The disconsolate widower and the charming widow sought each other's society ere the clods wore well settled upon the lifeless bodies of their former partners, and this excited sue picion. Suspicion grew stranger, and Mrs. Blink a body was exhumed for examination ; but no indication of poison being discovered, it was again consigned to the tomb. Three weeks afterward Alr. Blink and Mrs. Blank were married and, removing to the Atlantic coast, took up their abode on an island, where for a short time they ei%joyed tne fruits of their dishonored love aind of the marital relations, whici the sequel proves had been purchased at a sacrifice of honor and of all the better prin ciples of humanity. Time posed on, and Blink and his wife went back tW the latter's former home in Georgia, There the husband lived a life of utter idleness and ease. Soon after their return a store in the town was burg larized, anu facts were developed which showed that a wagon had been driven up to the door of the store, loaded with dry goods, provisioiis, etc., and driven away. Although it was evident that three per. sons-one a woman-bad participated in the burglary, no clew as to their identity was obtained. The burglary was committ ed about 1870. About two months after this time Mrs. Blink was taken sick unto death : and in the silence of the death chamber; while burning with fever and tortured with re morse, the once beautiful and blooming Miss8 Blank, but no w wan and wasted Mrs. Blink, opened the secret closet >f her soul and mauic a dying confession, upon which this narrnttive is founded. The confession embodied all the forego lag f acts and further revealed that she had poisoned her husband to satisfy the unholy love she entertained for Bdnk, aiid that h- had poisoned his innocent wife that no barrier might stand in the way of their union. She also confessed that she and her husband had committed the burglary refoe red to, aissisted by another man, who had dropped dead( a short time before her confession was madeo. Immediately after the death of his wvife, Mr. Blink left for parts unknown. And still the world moves Yennag P'epie's Partaes in r,muiota. There are a great n.any dances taking place just now in London, several being what are called '(mnderellaq," commenc ing at nine o'clock and endilng at twelhe. At these entertainments many young girls niot yet "ut" are allowed to appear, and even children attend during the early part of the evening andi take part in a few of the dances. At sonmc of these the minuet has been dlance-1 by children, and watched withI interest by tho surrounding assembly of elders, who intendl later on in the year, if possible, to introduce tis elegant dance of a bygone decade. Dress varies greatly at those entertainments, some of the guests appearing in full ball toilette, and others in simple evening gowns with al most high bodies-certainly the high ho dies are made to look as dressy as possible; adid many young girls wear skirts of either fine nun's cloth or figetred Madras muslin, with.,coat bodies of vuilvet and cream lace waist coats; either high to the throat or clt square andI filled up with transparent lace The sleeves reachs to the elbows and are finished off with rufuls of cream lace. Pointed bodies are also worn. TIhe delicacy of the spectroseope in chemical analysis is remarkable. Swan found that sodium linus are visible when a solution is employed containing less than a two-mil1iouth part of a grain of sodium, Pleva, The following account of the fight b tween the Russians and Turks, at Plevni is vivid and interesting: Before daybrea on the last day of July the whole fore was on the move to the front. There we a long halt in a hollow, where was the vi] lage of Hadishovo, into which Turkis shells. flying over the ridge in front, cawe banging and crashing. About midda Schahovskoy and his sfaff, which we a( companied, rode on to the ridge betwee the guns, already in position there, an we surveyed the maryelous view below u -the little town of Pleyna in the centei with the Turkisk earthFQrks,. girdled b cannon smoke, alOV6und it. After a artillery duel of hours, the Print ordered his infantil'bn to the attack. Th gallant follows passed us, full of ardoi with bands playing and colors flying, ani went down into the fell valley below For three hours the demon of carnag reigned supreme in tuat dire cockpit. Th wounded cane limping and groaning back and threw themselves heavily down oj the reverse slope in the village of Radio hovo, in our rear. The surg,-ons alreana had set up their field hospitals, and wer ready for work. Never shall I forget the spectacle of tha assault made by Schahovkoy's infantry men on the Turkish earth-woras in th4 valley. The long ranks on which I looket down tramped steadily on to the assault No skifmishing line was thrown out in ad, vance. The fighting line remained thi formation, till, what with impatience an what with men falling, it broke into i ragged spray of humanity, and surged or swiftly, loosely, and with no close cohe. sion. The supports ran up into the fight, ing array independently and eagerly. Presently all along the bristling line bural forth flaming volleys of musketry fire. The jagged line sprang forward througl the maize-flelas, gradually falling into s concave shnpe. The crackle of the musk. etry fire rose into a sharp, continuouE peal. The clamor of the hurrahs or the fighting men came back to us on the breeze, making the blood tngle with the excitement of battle. The wounded be gan to trickle back down the gentle Rlope. We could see the dead and the more so verely wounded-lying where they had fal len, on the stubble and amidst the maize. 'The living wave of fighting men was pouring over them, ever on and on. Sud denly the disconneoted men drew closer together. We could see the offiers sig naling for the concentration by the way. ing of their swords. The distance yet to be traversed was but a hundred yards. There was a wild rush, headed by the col onel of one of the regiments. The Turke in the work stood their ground, t*-- fired with terrible effect into the whirlwind that wu rnth3ncr.4-.~ e T- .- 1 nel' horte wenLtieu. .the colonel was on his feet in a Ioment, and, waving his sword, led lils men forward on foot. But only for a few paces. Ho staggered and fell. We could hear the tempest gush of wrath-half howl, hatt yell-with which his men, bayonets at the charge, rushed on to avenge him They were over the parapet and iu among the Turks like an overwhelming avalanche. Not many followers of the Prophet got the chance to run away from the gleaming Russian bayonets. But there were not men enough for the enterprise. It was cruel to watch the brave Russian soldiers standing there leaderless, sternly awaiting death for want of officers to lead them forward or to march them back. As the sun set in lurid criri son, the naselan defeat became assured. The attacking troops had been driven back or stricken down. All around us the air was heavy with the low moaning of the wounded. The Bad Boy Again. "Well, you are the meanest boy I ever heard of," said the grocery man. "But what about your pa's dancing a clog-dance mn church, Sunday? IThe minister's hired girl was in here after some codfish yester. dray morning, and she said the niinister said your pa had scandalhzed the church the worst way." "Oh, lie didn't dance in church, lie was a little excited ; that's all. You see, pa chews tobacco, and its pretty hard on him~ to sit s!l throuh the sermon without taking a chew, and he gets nervous. He always roaches around in his pistol pocket when they stand up to sing the last time, and feels in his tobacco box and gets out a chew, and puts it in hli mouth when the preacher pronounces the benediction., HeI always does that. Well, nmy chum had a present on Christmas of a musIc box, just about as big as pa's to:ac co box, and all you have to do is to touch a spring and it plays "She's a Daisy, Bhe's a l)umpling." I borrowed it and put it in pa's pistol pocket, where he keepa his to. bacco box, and when .tne choir got most through singing pa reached hIs hane-in his pocket and began to fumble around for a chew. He touched the,arping, and just as everybody bowed their heads to receive the benediction, and it was so still you could hear a gum drop,- the music box be. gan to play, and in the stillness it sounded as loud as a church organ. W ell, I thoughi ma would sink. '[he minister heard it, and looked towamrd pa, and everybody lookedr at pa, and pa turned red, and the misio~-box kept up 'ahe's a Daisy,' and the mmuiistor looked mad attd said 'Amen', and the people began to put on their coats, and the minister told the deacon to hunt up the source or tha'. wordily music, a:id they took pa into the room back of the palpit and searched him, and ma says pa wil, have to be churched. They kept the musice-box, and I have got to carry in coal to get money enough to buy my chuma now music-box." Leat Copying. Take a pice of thin musiin and wrap lI tightly around a ball of cot;ton-wool asbig as an orange. 'This forms a dabber, and should - have something to hold it by. Then squet ze on to the corner of a hall sheet of foolscap a little color from a tube of oil paint. Take up a very little colot on the dabber, and work It about on the centre of the paper for some time, till th( dabber is evenly covered with a thin coat ing. A little eli can be.used to dilute 01 moisten the color if necessary. T'hen put your leaf down on the paper and dab some color evenly over both sides. Place it then bet ween the pages of -a folded sheel of paper (unglazed 18 best), and rub the paper above it well all over with the finger. Open the sheet, remove the leaf, and yeta will have an impression ot each side of the leaf. Any color may be us8ed. Burn' or* raw sienna works e most satisrfaotoa,.= Not Juliet and Romaeo. In the year 1400, Uinevra do Amifera, k a Florentine beauty, married, under e parental pressure, a man who had failed a to win her heart, that she had given to Antonio Rondinelli. Soon afterward the plague broke out in Florence; Ginevra fell ill, apparently succumbed to the malady, and, being pronounced a dead, was the same day conveyed to A the family tomb. Some one, however, s had blundered in the matter, for in the middle of the night the entombed bride - woke out of her trance, and, badly as e her living relatives had behaved found e her dead ones still less to her liking, and lost no time in quitting the silent company upon whose quietude she had D unwillingly intruded. Speeding through i the sleep-wrapped streets as swiftly as her elinging cerements allowed, Gine vra sought the home from which she had so lately beou borne. Roused 3 from his slum)ers by a knocking at the door, the disconsolate widower of a day cautiously opened an upper win dow, and seeing a shrouded figure waiting below, in whose upturned face, he recognized the lneameuts of the dear departed, he cried: "Go in peace, blessed spirit," and shut the window precipitately. With sinking heart and slackened step the repulsed wife made her way to her father's door to receive the like benison from her dismayed parent. Then she crawled to an uncle's, where the door was indeed opened, but only to be slammed in her face by the frightenel man, who, in his hurry, forgot even to bless his ghostly caller. 1 The cool night air penetrated the un- I dress of the hatless watderer, made her i tremble and shiver, as she thought she 4 had waked to life only to die again inl 4 the cruel streets. "Ahl" she sighed, I "Antonio would not have proved so I unkind." This thought naturally sug- I gested it was her duty to test his love i and courage; it would be time enough I to die if he proved like the rest. Tie i way was long, but hope renarved her i limbs, and soon Ginavra was knocking < timidly at itodinelli's door. He opened I it himself, and although startled by the i ghastly vision, calmly inquired what t the spirit wanted with him. Throwing t exclaimed, "I am no spirit, Antonio; I I am that Gnevra you once loved, who was buried yesterbay-buried alive!" I and fell senseless into the welcoming t arms of her astonished and delighted t lover, whose cries for help soon brought f down his sympathizing family to hour the wondrous story and bear its heroine to bed, to be tenderly nursed until she i had recovered from the shock, and was P as beautiful as ever again. Then came t the diffiloulty. Was Ginevra to return v to the man who had buried her, and c shut his door against her, or give her- t self to the man who had saved her i from a second death? With such I powerful special pleaders as love and t gratitude on his side, of course Rondi- f nelli won the day, and a private mar- f riage made the lovers amends for pre- e vious disappointment. They, however, . had no Intention of keeping in hiding, I but the very first Sunday after they 1 became man and wife, appeared in pub- i lie together at the cathedral, to the 1 confusion and wonder of Glnevra's c friends. An explanation ensued, which e satisfied everybody except the lady's I firat husband, who insisted that nothing ~ 1 but her dying in genuine earnest could dissolve the original matrimonial bond' t The case was referred to the bishop,who, t haviDg no precedent to curb his deci sion, rose superior to technicalities, and declared that the first thusband had forfeited all right to Ginevra, and must pay over to Rondinelli the dowry he had received with he.x-a decree at which we may be sure all true lovers in Florence heartily rejoiced. After te Weding.: Two young ladles just from a wedding upi the Hudson, took a scat behind a re porter on an afternoon train to the city, and their convereation, conducted in an excited and vivacious manner, ran as tol lows: irst f oung Lady--What do you think of the bride's dress, Maggie?i Second Young Lady-i didn't like it extra well, did you?i "N,Imust confess I dId not. But, Lizzle, Inever thought Kittre would get a beau, did you ?'' "No, indeed. It Ia too funny for any. thIng; but she got a giant, didn't she?i Oh, r my I I never could marry that man." "Nor I. I think he is awfully coarse. Kittie don't like him any too well. Bhe came very near backingc out." "D'd you see her blush ?" b "Gracious, yes. I thInk I should have fainted If it had been mne. I suppose you'll i be getting marriedl next."a "Oh, I guess there's no danger." r "Hasn't Harry proposed yet?"a "Goodness, no. He's b.een comIng to t see me a year, t03. Oh, lie makes me so mad sometimes. I cculd pound him real good." "How stupid." "Only think of It, I could have had'half a dozen good catches If he wasn't around. In the way." "Why don't you fire him out," in "That's the bother of It. I can't get aa chance to quarrel with him, and yet he's t so aggravating about"-laughing-"you I know." "Oh, I think I'll be an old maid."' "Oh, you fool; I wouldn't for all the t world." Ilere the train entered the tunnel and 1 the conyorsatio', ended. I -The monks and nuns in Italy num- i por nearly 22,000. ' o When To Take Exercise. Dr. Sargent recently gave his views 4 Exercise-how and when to take it Hu began with a few remarks explan tory of the waste and renewal of muse lar tissue and its dependence upon til amount of exertion both physical at mental, to which the human frame subjoected. The best result Is obtain( from exercise when the body is In state of perspiration, as then the bloc is rushing more rapidly through ti veins, the action of the heart is quioke and the energy developed is more i: tense. Care should be taken not to ni too heavy dume-bells and weights as il good which would otherwise be derive is counterbalanced by the expenditui of vital energy and the general cloggin up of the system. Suppose a man wei to hold his arm in a horizontal positio ror fifteen minutes or half an how gradually the action becomes tediou imd painful, and sharp pains go shootin through it. This is caused by tl hecking of the circulation, and althoug bhe effort made is ten times that of rah ing a dumb-boll, still the tissue lost i the first movemenit is not renewed, as j la in the second, and consequently uc jo much benefit is derived from it a rrom the lattor. it is of prino impoi bance to use weighta proportioned t4 mo's strength, neither too large nor to imall, but of medium sizo. Dr. Bargont said that the idea prova cnt that the strongest mon como fron he country is an orroneous one, us dthough certain bones and muscles o hoso accustomed to manual labor ar arger and stronger, yet the develop nent of the heart and lungs does no orrespond, ond, therefore, the excess o mergy in one direction is ofNet by th< oss in another. Noither do the bes )bysiquen come from the city, but ii 'oneral, from the large towns, where th4 dvantages of pure air, outdoor freedon 6nd the absence of severe manual labor ro combined. In this connection hi emarked that, for the college studen i the present day to spend his summe: ,acation working on a farm during hay ng and harvesting, and all the tim ubjecting a body unaccustomed to thi ort of work to a continued strain wa - - ---o-- -s ma u,a,W hough our forefathers may hav-i done i 'ith impunity, the physical powers o he student of the present genoration d4 [ot compare wit h those of the student o he former. In regard to the host tim4 or exerciso, Dr. Sargent said that ii opended to a certain extent upon thi ondition and requirement of a person r for instance, one wits troubled witi leoplessness, the proper timo was ii he evening, but the hour of the da3 Phon the average parsoU caU boar exor ise to advantage is about the middle ol he forenoon, as then the vital energy it t its height and work can be done, botl: hysical and mental. The next besi ime foi exercising is the afternoon fron our to six, and the worst time of all th( arly morning before breakfast. Th( u9tom in the rural districts of risint bout 4 A. m., and working several houri iefore breakfast, especially when but t ight supper is taken the night before, i, in the doctor's opinion, simply bar arena, as the body is in the very worsi ondi.tion possible. D)uring his collogt ourse lie was one of tihe members of oat crew which, while in traiming, wai censtomed to run six miles befori ireakfast, aind the breaking up of the onstitutions of two of the men was at ributed to this barbarous feature e heir wvork. Niagara Vulgarized. Every traveller who returns now fron fingara reports the ruthless defacing whicl a being practiced en that superb picture t has only to be continued a few years t< ,lmost utterly destroy the charm of tha vonderful acenec. The beauty of the Am 'rican shore of the river is reported nov ,s almost entirely destroyed. The banka vhlch overhang the rushing water wer< nce softened by a lovely growth of shrub. cry and friigted with the A merican wiki [ns. These have been gradually remnoved nd in their plaice arc ugly buildings am ideous heaps ot refuse. The pretty islant u the American rpis which used to bi harming with its wild greenery lsanov >ccu[pied by a noisy paper mill and thi ulas of an older mill. In a few years th< wner of this island and of Gloat islant vill come of age and bo0th will then bi 01ld, probably to be occupied by extensivt lils and shops and factories. Even the( rand part ot tihe American rapids is al oady marred by wing dams and( ie bar. icrs, and a few years will see it uitterly' potied. On the shore about tao tails. es eciaiiy on the Americani side, everything terribly vulgarized. Indian shops. lager cer saloons, shows of every description, arns, factories andi mills, with a multitude *f petty annoyances to the traveller, begin make the whole place unsightly anti dis greeable. It is but a poor consolation te aflect that this vandalism has reacted gainst the show keepers of this place, antd at th.e tide of travel to the wonderful ills has fallen elf greatly within the last tw years. Diog Bites. An absurd superstition prevails that ie bites of all (dogs should be either ut out or cauterized, and the poor nimal destroynd, It is not necessary 3 adopt either of these serious courses, rovided the dog is healthy. In fact, [icy are simpiy ridiculous, and tare cal. ulated to p ouced p roundiess fear in lie person bitten, Of course, in severe ases erysipelas may supervene, but r4th ordinary care, the wound being leansed by a disinfecting lotion, nc erious consequtences will follow. . In 11 oases, however, a doctor should be onanitait Charles Dickens. It is stated, and on the very best authority, that within the twelve years that have passed since Dickens' death e no less than 4,289,000 volumes of his d works have been sold in England alone. A long way the first on this astonishing list stands "Pickwick," while "David a Copperfield," the second, is almost d equally far in front of "Dombey and Le Son;" "Little Dorrit" has found nearly r,as many readers as "Martin Ohuslewit,'? while, with the exception of "Ejwin Drood," "The Tale of Two Cities" and ie "Great Expectations" take the lowest d place. Nor has his popularity been conflued to England or to English speaking people. French, German and g Italian, Russian and Swedish transla tions of his works appeared during his life-time; when lie was still but a young man the pages of "Boz" were devoured, wo have been told, with enthusiasm g i ilesian villages, "Pickwick," it is said, and on no less circum I stantial authority was found equal, when all else failed, to the task a of soothing the sleepless nights of t Mehomet Ali. Mr. Foster has pulblish t od a story of a strange half human recluse who had built his cell amid the eternal snows of the Sierra Nevada, and who found in "Pickwick" and in ",Nicholas Nickleby," the only inter course with humanity that he desired. - If it wore true, as has been said by one who has certainly managed to refute his own words; if it were true that pro r sent popularity is the only safe presage 3 of future glory, what an eternity of - glory Bhould await Dickens. And yet present popularity,how vague,how brill r iant and irresistible soevor It may be, or what mannor of prologue it may furnish to future glory, is quite anothtr matter from that glory itself, from the real definite glory, the one thing, as M. Renan tells us, which his the best chance of not being altogether vanity. That posterity will regard Dickens as he was regarded in his life-time, or even i as we now regard him, is, of course, - out of the question. "To the pubho," 3 said Prof. Ward, in a lecture delivered in Manchester in the year of Dickens' dwri tl-. "tnQ -lA-1jnlin - i rn* iwhen our critical conscience told us that lie was astray in one of his favorite directions, the severest censure we had for him was that lie was growing 'more like himself' than ever." That tho critical conscience of posterity will have far severer censure for Dickens thai this one cannot doubt, nor indeed can any one thoughtful for the fame of Eiglish literature desire that it should not. "No man." it has been well said, "can trust himself to speak of his own time and of his own contem times and men gone by." Brought up, is most of us have been, in the faith of Diokens, whose earliesr laughter has poraries with the same sureness of judA mont and the same proportion as of been stirred by Sam Waller and Dick Swiveller and Mr. Micawber, whose earliest tears have flowed for the sordid wretchedness of David Copperfield's forlorn childhood, or for Florence Dombey toiling up the "great wide vacant stairs," with her brother in her arms and singing i'.s she goes-who have stolen trembling after JTonaa Ohuz zlewit through that awful wood, or stared with face as pale as Pip himself at that grim midnight visitor in the lonely Temple chambers; to such it must surely seem little short of profani ty to consider too curiously the old familiar pages, to stand afar off, con templating with cold, impartial scrutiny the old familiar figures, as tnough, like Trabb's boy, we did not know them. By Telephone. Billy Epply has just got back from Chicago and tells a gry funny story. He says that when the telegraph com pany notified the bucket- shop proprie tors that they could no longer have the t Board of Trade quotations, nor the use of the "ticker," except under the new restrictions, one gay young proprietor exclaimed: "I'll bet they, didn't take my ticker out of my efhloel" "What will you bet?" asked a broker "Beth Why, I'll bet my soul against a rotten apple," he replied. "Good for you," said a dry old cuss who was sitting by the stove. "I'm glad to find a man who doesn't want the best of it, all the time, but is willing to bet on an even thing." The roars that followed this sally could be hoard for ten miles-by tele phone. Not to be Inilmidated., "Mrs. Langtry's husband is a queer sort of a man," said Count Bozenta, Mine. Mod)eska's husband, to a knot of friends. "When I was last in London they were tolling a strange story in the clubs about him, whichi was very funny. Langtry owns some property in Ireland "n and it appears that his agent wrote him saying that the tenants demanded lower rents and had threatened to resort to the shot-gun policy to secure them.- Mr. Langtry seied pen and paper and wrote as follows: 'Dear Sir: You may say to my tenants that any throats to shoot you will never intimidate me' Qiteer con isolation for the agent, wasn't it?"